The queen of the garden, the ruby lip'd

rose,

On her emerald throne by the rivulet

grows;

Come hither, my rosebud, and shame the proud flower,

Out blush the gay queen in her own gaudy bower,

I'll sing thee a song, and the burden shall be,

Dark eyed one, dark eyed one, I languish for thee.

So laden with sweets is each sight of the gale,

I'm sure my beloved is crossing the vale; The tulip is quaffing his cup full of wine, The turtle is murm'ring vows to the pine.

Oh, was not the moments so precious to love,

Come drink with the tulip, and court with the dove,

I'll wing thee a song, and the burden

shall be,

Dark eyed one, dark eyed one, I lan guish for thee

THE SEA.

THE sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions
round;

It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies,

Or like a cradled creature lies.

I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;

With the blue above, and the blue below,

And silence wheresoe'er I go:

If a storm should come and wake the deep, What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, oh! how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the
moon,

Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the Sou'-west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and

more,

And backwards flew to her billowy

breast,

Like a bird that seeketh, its mother's nest;

And a mother she was, and is to me, For I was born on the open sea!

The waves were white, and red the morn,

In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,

And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;

And never was heard such an outcry wild

As welcomed to life the ocean-child!

I've lived since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers a sailor's life,
With wealth to spend and a power to
range,

But never have sought, nor sighed for change;

And Death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come on the wild unbounded sea!

BONAPARTE'S FAREWELL.

AIR-Captain O'Kean.

FAREWELL to the land, where the gloom of my glory

Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name,—

She abandons me now, but the page of her story,

The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.

I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only

When the meteor of Conquest allur'd me too far,

I have coped with the nations which dread me thus lonely,

The last single captive to millions in war!

Farewell to thee, France-when thy diadem crown'd me,

I made thee the gem and the wonder of earth,

But thy weakness decrees I should leave as I found thee,

Decayed in thy glory, and sunk in thy worth.

Oh! for the veteran hearts that were

wasted

In strife with the storm, when their battles were won,

Then the eagle, whose gaze in that moment was blasted,

Had still soar'd with eyes fixed on
Victory's sun!

Farewell to thee, France-but when liberty rallies

Once more in thy regions, remember me then

The violet grows in the depth of thy valleys,

Though withered, thy tears will unfold it again.

Yet, yet, I may baffle the hosts that surround us,

And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice

There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us;

Then turn thee, and call on the chief of thy choice!